Wild West

NATURE'S PATH

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There isn't a city in sight. I'm deep in the woods perched on a calm winter's ocean. It smells like a mix of pine cones, salt air and dried blackberries. I've seen more deer than people and I have the sudden urge to wear a lumberjack shirt and carve a walking stick out of driftwood. I feel like i could wrestle a bear or build a log cabin. I'll settle on the latter. I really am in the west. Happy 2012. May your heart stay wild.